Nightmares Outwest
Darri Glo
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I'm different really be clapping shit,
I'm not one of you's in the booth
Ten toes down in the trenches,
I get that call and Squidape gone post in a few I'm hotter than half, y'all niggas who say
Yall can rap, I really can rap and shoot
Hall of Fame stats on a nigga, ya'll might as well label me
Two, three, in and out of the booth
Can't spare me a nigga this not bowling pins
Bro point em' out and I'm knockin' off heads
You can't relate, I don't feel bad for his kids
Lord can't forgive me, I'm racking up sins
The odds is against me, I know I'ma win
Can't never let up, can't give him a grin
Don't need no Amiri's, just give me a gen
We spinning out cars and we hitting his friends
Ha-ha, we left him on stuck and
I'm yelling out go
So many bodies just hitting the floor
They ducking and divin', just pray to the Lord
I hope he can save you
Ten milli out, the bullets, they beat him
Shootin' through crowds, they gon' give me the needle
Don't give a fuck, I'm thinkin' I'm evil
It's fine with me, get that from the devil
He fall, he fuck, he won't get up again
Heard the opp got killed, he got life on the fence
Mind on my murder, I can't let him in
Closin' my door, it's not one of them
And you not one of us, so you not TFN
Killin' myself before I go out a snitch
I'm standing on shit I'm a sliming kit
Go through the opps like Hitler did
Down on my ass, I start takin' again
Nightmares Out West, that's just what I give
Play in my face, I'ma let off the Vect
Not a day in the week that I'm not in the trench
I'm with TwoThree, he gettin' that
Fuck the opps
I got PTSD, I be on P when I see any car
He felt that 2-2-3 from shakin' ass
His ass died like a thot
He ain't see niggas in his grass
When he came out, that lil' nigga heart had stopped
Blrrrd, go off, he don't know what happened
His body dropped
Blrrrd, go off two times, that lil' nigga body rocked
Know a nigga held his face, but he caught a body shot
Know a nigga died for some pussy and got his thotty shot
Know a nigga died like a rookie, but they still give him props
How the fuck that nigga drop his flag
And his ass still getting shot
I don't know how niggas think shit sweet still
And they ain't homies, ass still gettin' dropped
Belt to his back, that's BTA, lil' nigga, they know what it is
I'm with Big TwoThree, we just walked in Lid's
I think this his new crib
They know how this shit get catch a, nigga
We torch him with his kids
That poof go off, he dead
The roof get shot, cause we won't heads
I just want top, bitch, close your legs
Don't jack for hots no more, that's ten
We got the drop, so duck your head
We play it safe and duck the feds
She mad, her nigga got no bread
We see blue lights, so we just sped, yea